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... aste filling his mouth. A dull pain wracked his skull, and every muscle in his body seemed to protest in unison against his every movement. He painfully opened his eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the oppressive darkness surrounding him.
A rancid smell of sweat, dried blood and filth invaded his nostrils. He was lying on a cold stone slab, his bruised back pressed against an irregular wall, without a single blanket to soften the hardness of the floor. The air was heavy, stifling ...
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